sometimes you love someone so much, that every day when their heart is still beating you call it a miracle.
‘does it hurt,’ she asks, ‘coming back after so long?’
‘no,’ i smile sadly, ‘ it hurt more to stay away.’
i keep a glow stick underneath my pillow. on the darkest nights i break it just to remind myself that broken things are still beautiful.
july 3rd reminder:
you can’t see lake sunsets with closed eyes
only tourists look up / in a big big city / because they wonder how / people can live their entire lives / feeling so small / but i guess that’s why / no one ever looks up.
i held my heartbreak in my hands and for the first time, i was not afraid of it
i would dig in the dirt until my fingernails bled
to get flowers for you
the both of us
needed seems and stitching
but there was only one needle
( i still don’t know if it it was love or fear of pain that made you give it to me)
we both live under the same sky
but only one of us can see the stars